The story in the photo was moved by the composition.

The story composition in the photo is 600 words.

In my photo album, there are many photos, each of which is a beautiful moment and a sweet memory.

Look, there is a girl standing on the deck with her right hand holding the railing and her left hand making a "V" shape. There is a river below, and there are countless mountains beside it. She is me. Whenever I see this photo, I will think of my trip to Guilin.

It was the summer vacation in August, and my mother and I traveled to Guilin. It is said that there are four rivers in Guilin, and the Lijiang River is the largest and longest. So as soon as the tour guide said to play, I clamored for my mother to take me to the Lijiang River, and my mother agreed.

When we came to the Lijiang River and boarded the deck, we saw countless peaks rising from the ground, disconnected from each other, like old people, elephants, camels, and strange peaks listed among them; The mountains in Guilin are really beautiful, like green barriers, like new bamboo shoots, with bright colors, reaching the surface of the reflection; The mountains in Guilin are really dangerous. The dangerous peaks stand tall and the rocks are rugged. It seems that if you are not careful, you will fall. The water in Lijiang River is so quiet that you can't feel it flowing. The water in Lijiang River is really green, like a flawless jade. Lijiang River is like a winding jade belt, surrounded by mountains and cliffs. The wind is so strong that I can't open my eyes, so I have to narrow my eyes, otherwise the sand will slip into my eyes. I closed my eyes, as if I felt the green wave. When I open my eyes, I look back. The white waves rolling on the river surface rise layer by layer and recede layer by layer ... Lijiang River is really poetic. Suddenly, my mother said to me, "One, two, three." I instinctively reached out and made a "V" shape. With a click, my trip to Lijiang River was left in the photo.

The photo album records the footprints of my summer vacation, which is the epitome of my summer vacation. ......

Two. The story composition in the photo

On my desk, there is a photo of our family of three. In the photo, we are wearing diving suits, standing proudly in the blue sea, smiling brightly! As soon as I saw this photo, my heart was filled with happiness and memories of good times.

I was nine years old that year, and my father's unit organized a trip to Hainan Island. Fortunately, I boarded the long-awaited plane and came to Hainan Island. Living in a hotel, I stayed up all night excitedly, planning my travel plan for tomorrow.

I got up early the next day. When the tour guide announced that we were going to dive under the sea today, I was even more excited to run around like a rabbit.

When we arrived at the diving field, the coach told us the essentials of diving and took us down to the sea. My heart is like fifteen fights. When the coach asked me, "Are you afraid, little friend?" I stubbornly said, "Who said I was afraid?" After that, he deliberately straightened his chest, quickly put on his diving suit and strode to the sea. Standing in the sea, the cool water gently stroked my leg, and a breeze with the smell of seawater blew. I open my arms and enjoy the embrace of the sea. Just then, the coach said to me, "Are you ready?" "ok!" I made a clever gesture and then jumped into the sea. After a while, many colorful fish appeared in front of my eyes. They swam around me as if they were treating me as a strange tourist. I couldn't help reaching out to greet them, but they didn't give me any face and left one by one. Suddenly, my eyes lit up. What a beautiful soft coral! These corals of different colors dazzled me and surprised me secretly. ...

When we surfaced, the photographer left us this precious photo.

When the photo was developed, I put it in a photo frame and kept it until now.

The composition of the story in the photo

The story in the photo

There are many photos in my bedroom album. Take it out and look through it in your spare time. Most of them recorded my growing up: joy, joy, sadness, loss, and I was scared to cry the first time I took a roller coaster; Bright smile when picking up shells on the beach with my mother; And the joy of winning the English competition for the first time ... they record my growing steps and carry happy memories of my childhood.

Staring at grandma's picture. In the photo, grandma held me and sat on the smooth stone in the park beach, soaking her feet in the cool river and letting her scratch her feet, which was very comfortable. I looked at the water curiously as if I wanted to know what was hidden in it. There is a red sweater that is almost finished around us. The beautiful and bright stripe pattern reflects the bright smile on grandma's face. In the afternoon sunshine, everything is so harmonious and beautiful.

"Yes, we really can't control your children. I suggest you take him back to live for a few days first ... "It didn't take long for the director to dial the phone and grandma came.

I haven't been to kindergarten since. Every day, my grandmother takes it with her. When I am hungry, I ask my grandmother to buy food. When you are sleepy, snuggle up in her warm arms and take a nap, or lie next to grandma and watch her knit that colorful sweater. I often hear my grandmother arguing with my parents in other places on the phone about my schooling, but my grandmother always says, "My son is still young, let's talk about it in a few years ..." After hanging up the phone, my grandmother will take me to the park to play, or the beach, the stone, the old place in my childhood memory with my grandmother.

Sixth grade: Chen Junjie

Looking through one by one, unconsciously, the sleeping baby in the photo has become a lively child around his loved ones, and it is time to go to kindergarten.

During the kindergarten, I was very naughty and hated being bound by school teachers. I was crying in kindergarten that day while my parents were on a business trip. I have been destroying my friends while they are playing. The teacher makes harsh noises from time to time when giving lectures. The teachers at school didn't know what to do until …

I thought she would severely criticize me, but who knows, she didn't say a word.

Ⅳ Composition, the story in the photo

In my photo album, there is a family photo of Zhang Zhengui. The names of comrades-in-arms are common, but they are extremely precious to me. This is very precious. My dad is a demon who travels a lot, and then she goes out every day. Why is she so depressed? My exercise is perfect. I don't bully people. Ha ha.

Ⅳ Composition: The story in the photo.

Composition: the story in the photo

You can take pictures.

Write

1 What competition are you taking part in?

2 what scenic spots to visit

Then talk about feelings.

FYI

Example 1

Every time I open the photo album, there will be an eye-catching photo: in the photo, a teenager dressed in a formal suit and a bow tie stands gracefully in the middle of a concert hall, holding his neck in one hand and playing the guitar in the other. His eyes are so focused, his expression is so cheerful, and his posture is so dignified. The audience was packed and seemed to be immersed in his melodious guitar sound.

The little boy in the photo is me. That was when I took part in the competition three years ago. As soon as I saw this photo, the tense game scene immediately came into view.

One day three years ago, my mother took me to watch a guitar competition. As I am the third from the bottom, I have a whim to go to the audience to watch other players play. But I was shocked after watching the performances of the first few players. Their piano sound is so melodious, and the difficulty of songs is more than one order of magnitude higher than mine. Compared with them, I'm just a rookie. I almost panicked and cried and said to my mother, "mom, mom, they are too powerful, I won't play!" " "Mom gently stroked my head and said," Look at them, how powerful they are. In fact, they are all honed from performance and practice again and again. "Remember, don't wait until you are excellent. Only when you start can you be excellent."

Suddenly, I understood what my mother said, yes! Only by working hard can we become excellent. How can you give up if you don't try? If not a coward, what is this? I wiped my tears, secretly established confidence and walked step by step to the waiting hall next to me.

As the announcer called my name, I took a few deep breaths, walked confidently and nervously to the center of the stage, adjusted my angle and started my performance. But because I was too nervous, my hand kept shaking, and the first note was played wrong. For an instant, that kind of tension and fear occupied my whole mind, my brain was blank and my legs kept shaking. My whole body is like a deflated balloon, with no strength to support it. I really don't know what to do with it! Suddenly, I saw my mother under the stage. She clenched her fist and stared at me closely, secretly cheering for me. I recall what my mother encouraged me just now and feel a powerful force. I readjusted my posture, took a deep breath, rubbed my cold hands and began to play again. Although I am still a little nervous, I am full of confidence at the moment. I firmly believe that no one's success is smooth sailing. What little mistake did I make? I am confident in playing, my hands are coordinated and orderly, and I have a tacit understanding. The piano is also active, sometimes as fast as Ma Benteng, sometimes as slow as running water, sometimes as light as a whisper, and sometimes as high as a towering mountain. At this time, thunderous applause rang out from the audience.

At this moment, my mother raised her mobile phone and turned it on, which kept my best moment forever.

This photo recorded my most beautiful and unforgettable moment, and it remained on the first page of the album. No matter how beautiful other photos are, they can't replace its position, because it profoundly tells me a truth: don't wait for Excellence to start, only when you start can you be excellent!

ⅵ Stories in Composition Photos

In my hazy mind, grandma will always be a silver line, and it is charming to smile with two curved lines. Father said grandma was beautiful when she was young. I believe my aunt is very beautiful. It is said that she is a copy of grandma. I don't have much emotional knowledge about my grandmother. There is only one old photo in my memory, and I can still capture her affectionate figure.

According to my parents, my grandmother is from Beijing. After she married her grandfather, she has been with him and has never left Beijing. Unexpectedly, grandpa died prematurely, leaving grandma alone.

In order to take care of my grandmother, my father went to Beijing several times and asked her to live with me. She refused to say anything. She can't let go of her home, a place full of feelings and tears.

It was not until I was born that my grandmother reluctantly left home and came to my parents to help my mother take care of the baby. According to my father, at that time, whenever I was free, my grandmother would stare at the north in a daze. My father knows that my grandmother is homesick, the old house that haunts her.

My father has been looking for an opportunity to take her back to my old house, but it backfired. When I was still learning English, my grandmother left this world with endless regrets. Whenever I mention it, my father's heart aches.

I remember when I was in fifth grade, I once talked about my grandmother. My father took out a photo. This is a photo of my parents and my grandmother, which is the only souvenir left by my grandmother.

In this four-inch black-and-white photo, grandma has silver hair and a beige coat, which may be the visual effect of the photo. There is no wrinkle on her white face, and her eyes seem to be smiling. Father said that grandma usually gives people the feeling that she is always smiling.

In the photo, grandma is sitting in front with a baby just born for more than 100 days in her arms. My parents said it was me, "ah! How can it be so ugly? " At first glance, I carefully looked at the doll in the photo. Although as white as grandma, I can hardly find any other advantages: the spoon at the front door is sewn with small eyes. I didn't know it was closed. My parents just said it was open. At that time, I quickly looked at myself in the mirror: although my nose is not straight and my eyes are not big, basically my nose is my nose and my eyes are my eyes. Open is never closed! I turned my face, looked at my mother and pointed to the photo: "Is that me in the photo? Are you kidding? " Mother was angry and happy: "you child, you were fat at that time!" " You see, that arm, segment by segment, is like a lotus root segment by segment. In addition to meat on the face, it is meat. There is no room for five senses. It's good to have seams. That means grandma raised you well! "

Well raised? I am a pie lip, so ugly!

But grandma held my ugly child with a loving face. At this time, I found a new problem: the people in the photo are sitting or not sitting, standing or not standing, grandma leans back, dad leans forward, and mom stands upright beside dad, but her hands are dragging the chair and there is no posture. Take a closer look, only I have the most feeling of taking pictures. You see, although I seem to be asleep, I am leisurely leaning in my grandmother's arms, exquisite and very angelic.

I studied the photos carefully, trying to find the answer from the details: how strange! As a father, he should not stand like this. My father is a man who pays great attention to details. He usually works methodically, carefully and never hesitates. Especially your manners and clothes. No matter what material it is, as long as it is worn on dad, it must be clean, lilisuosuo. I have seen many personal photos of my father when he was young. They are all dressed in handsome pens.

Suddenly, I suddenly understood and said to my parents with regret, "The photo studio is so irresponsible. Everyone took pictures before posing. Why don't they ask for a new photo? "

Mom smiled after listening: "I don't blame the photo studio, it's all to make you feel better." At that time, you were very fat, wrapped in a thick mattress in winter, and very bloated. Your grandmother was small and had short arms. She didn't dare to hug you hard, saying it would hurt you, but she was afraid of falling. "When my mother said this, I was deeply moved: I accepted such a high salary and still don't know anything! I really found the happiness of "I'm afraid to put it in my mouth, but I'm afraid to drop it in my hand". What a pity! At that time, I was still young and didn't know what care was. Suddenly, I envy this ugly child for no reason.

Mother continued to tell the scene as if it happened right in front of her eyes: "When taking pictures, in order to avoid" hugging "you, grandma dared not hug you again, but tried to make her arm ring bigger, so that her whole body became a reclining posture, with her back and back in a triangle and her center of gravity on the back of the chair. In order to keep the chair stable, your father had to press the chair hard with both hands to prevent the stool from tipping over. As a result, various postures appeared in the photo. ...

The story of the photo is over, and my words are over. But I tell you, it's strange that since I saw grandma's photo, grandma in my mind is no longer a title or a symbol. She filled my mind and became beautiful and familiar.

This: the original

Dust off the layers of dust on the album cover. In this old outer layer, there are the colors of childhood, traces of the past and a familiar smell. Look, this old photo shows a five-or six-year-old girl bowing to us. Who is she? She is me.

"Mom, I'm afraid. I want to go home! " I held my mother's hand tightly and looked at her with begging eyes. My mother touched my head and said to me, "honey, you have been practicing hard for so long, isn't it for this day?" Although my mother's words greatly increased my confidence, I still couldn't drive away my fear. I hid behind the curtain and was sweating all over. Music buzzes in my ears, like chaotic noise; The light is like a sharp eye, staring at me closely. It's my turn soon, my heart is pounding, and the sweat like soybeans keeps falling from my forehead. At this time, my mother's kind face appeared in front of me again and said to me, "Be brave and try your best. My mother believes you. " After listening to my mother's words, my heart gradually calmed down and I kept encouraging myself. I wipe my sweat, and I'm ready. Then the host said, "Now we ask the 25th child to perform the dance" Little Swan "for us." I walked gracefully to the center of the stage and bowed to the audience, who gave me an encouraging look. With the melody of music, I spread my hands, stood on tiptoe and danced skillfully. My heart roams in the boundless space and thinks freely. I am like a crystal drop of water, falling from the air on the lotus leaf, where I dance, laugh and play; Like a beautiful white swan, swimming freely in the river, showing its posture, more like a proudly open chrysanthemum, bathed in sunshine, trying to grow up ... Suddenly, applause rang and the music stopped. I bow to the audience again. At this time, my mother took this photo for me as a souvenir.

This old photo is a testimony to my bravery and my first performance on stage. Every time I see this photo, the scene at that time is vivid.

Xiao Xintong, Grade Three, Chaonan Experimental School

ⅶ The composition "The Story in the Photo" is 400 words.

Thinking and writing: You can write about where this photo was taken, with whom, under what circumstances, what it means, and how you feel when you see this photo now.

Text:

Time flies, we go from strangeness to familiarity, from meeting to parting. Every time I see that photo, I always see his bright smile in my mind; Every time I think of the time I spent with him, my heart is full of joy; Every time I think of the scene when I left him, my heart is full of infinite thoughts about him. Ah! Friend! I have been away from you for a long time. I wonder if you are all right now.

I remember when I was in primary school, we were deskmates, but we didn't know each other because we met for the first time. It was a small move of his that touched me deeply. From then on, we became inseparable friends.

What a coincidence! My mother and his mother were old classmates many years ago. After graduation, both of them went out to work hard and lost contact. But by chance, he and I entered the same primary school, and their old classmates met again.

After a long time, our relationship has become more and more harmonious, and the photos taken have become much more natural. Even a thick photo album can't be put down. The summer vacation after primary school graduation, we made an appointment to climb Huangshan together.

At the beginning, we were all full of energy and ran up like arrows. But when I ran halfway up the mountain, I was so tired and panting that I sat on a mossy stone. He ran up to me and said loudly, "Persistence is victory." Say that finish, then continue to run. Not to be outdone, I stood up again and quickly caught up with him.

In this way, we encouraged and helped each other all the way and finally reached the top of the mountain. I opened my arms and let the cool wind hit my face, and my heart was full of joy and excitement. Suddenly, his crisp voice came again: "Perseverance is the best gift I can give you before I leave." My eyes blurred, but at the same time, my mouth also showed a bright smile.

We all hugged each other tightly and shed affectionate tears. This scene was photographed by two mothers hiding aside. After the photo was developed, I put it on the most conspicuous table with a wooden photo frame made by him personally, so that I will always remember him and the most precious gift he gave me.

That was the last time I saw him. But I firmly believe that I will cherish this photo all my life and protect our friendship.

Time flies, I have left him for more than half a year, but his figure is always in the depths of my mind and can never be erased.

Ah! Friend! I wonder if you are all right now.

The story composition in the photo is 600 words.

The story in the photo

Opening the old photo album at home, I saw the yellow photos.

That's a photo taken by my mother and uncle when they were children. The mother in the photo is about seven or eight years old, wearing a small cloth jacket with a square collar, a pair of trousers, holding the trunk and smiling brightly. It seems that she is going to climb the tree. And my uncle, carrying a big bamboo pole more than three meters long, doesn't know what to do. I don't know until I ask my mother that they will know enough shells. In those days, cicada slough was a good Chinese herbal medicine. Every summer vacation, the children of every family will get up early and go to the Woods in the village to find cicada shells with small baskets and long bamboo poles. My brothers and sisters climbed the tree to find the cicada's shell, while my brothers and sisters helped to pass the bamboo pole and pick up the cicada's shell, which was very tacit. Children often start early in the morning with dry food and don't go home until dark. At this time, their small basket is full of cicada shells, while the small basket with cover is full of cicadas that have not yet returned their shells.

After returning home, they washed and dried cicada shells every few days and sent them to the pharmacy in the town, so that the tuition fee for one year would be settled. When the harvest is good, the extra money can also buy some school supplies! Cicada, which is not fully hatched in a small basket, is another rare food for people. Every night when cicadas are hatched, children can't wait to wash the tender cicadas, clamoring for adults to put them in the pot and fry them, and then sprinkle some salt to eat delicious. There are even greedy children like cats. On the way to the pharmacy to sell cicadas, they secretly hide a few cicadas, fry them in the oil pan when adults are not paying attention to cooking, and then put them in their mouths to eat them with relish. Do you know what delicious food was for children at that time?

This yellowed black-and-white photo seems to have brought me into my mother's childhood, and let me share that wonderful and happy time with my mother!